Sunday, September 19, 2021

"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas

 

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night


Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 


Enjoy the poem with beautiful music.


Poem Video👇

https://youtu.be/hbixlKQM3iU




Who wrote the poem "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"?


Dylan Thomas (October 27, 1914 – November 9, 1953)

Dylan Marlais Thomas was a Welsh poet and writer. Although he became popular as a poet during his lifetime, he found it difficult to make a living as a writer and had to engage in reading tours and radio broadcasts. He was also known for his roistering lifestyle and drinking habit. His premature death at the age of 39 was due to a collapse after a long drinking bout during his fourth America tour. He is considered as one of the most important Welsh poets of the 20th century.

 

"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" explanation

The main theme of the poem is that we should resist death with all our strength until the last moment. Some have speculated that the poem was written for his sick father, who passed away the year after the poem was first published. Sadly, within 2 years of the poem’s publication, the poet himself, his father, his unborn son would pass away as if the poem foreshadowed it.






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